Here’s a list of the things I hate.

Pre-calculus and trig working all night.

To no avail, rarely getting problems right.

Drinking cold coffee getting old in the cup.

Thinking it’ll be warm without heating it up.

People who laugh through their mouths, but never with their eyes.

They’re telling the truth, but you feel like they lie.

Fruit in the fridge, that’s gone soft and dark,

A pen out of ink, making just a faded mark.

The judgment of those, who have the upper hand,

When they tear you down, until you can barely stand.

Broken air conditions, when the fridge light burns out,

When your backpack unzips, and all your papers fall out.

When you try your very hardest and still isn’t enough,

When others work less than you, and still have a leg up.

When your cellphone battery dies in the middle of a call,

When you hit your funny bone against a wall.

A glass of spilt milk, a journal of unaccomplished wishes,

A missed opportunity, a sink full of dirty dishes.

Insincerity, and rings that don’t fit,

Losing your mind in a class where you just sit.

Running late in the rain; when someone forgets to include you.

Finding out you loved someone more than they loved you.

Not being at the place where the most fun was had,

Buying your clothes too late to join in a fad.

When the weather men get it wrong, when you miscalculate the bill,

When your nail polish smudges as you finish the seal.

When you write your whole paper, but miss write the date.

But the thing I hate the most is to hate.